#calling dr. love

[kissarmyfans]

Calling Dr. Love

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[rocklive44]

QUESTION

So, KISS has Dr. Love, and Motely Crue has Dr. Feelgood. Which one are you going to book an appointment for??? Let me know!!

[rolandrockover]

Calling Good Girls Bad Doctors

Good Girl Gone Bad is one of those Kiss songs that left me torn for a while as to whether I should

a) just willingly and openly fail at it and thus set it aside forever, undiscussed, under the protective cloak of my own ignorance, or b) put it aside and settle for another Kiss song for the time being, and put my focus on another entry.

I decided to go for b). About a dozen felt times. Until I one day came across Calling Dr. Love when I was actually intending to write something about Ace's solo. And here I am. Here we are. They are one. Not their solos, but at least the first two lines of their first verses. And not only are their melodies and vocal flow more than similar, but so are their lyrics.

Want a taste?

Calling Dr. Love: "You need my love baby, oh so bad, You're not the only one I've ever had." Good Girl Gone Bad: "It ain't love, but it ain't so bad, She ain't nothin' like you ever had, woh!"

Well, what can I say, it's not much that came out of it, but as we all know beggars can't be choosers. I guess you also know the one with the lemons that life often and gladly gives you and from which you are supposed to make lemonade?

In my case, I guess, life gives me the lemonade from which I then try to filter out the lemons.

Good Girl Gone Bad (1987)

Calling Dr. Love (1976)

[doctormori]

I love this book to death, so here's some things I noticed <3

[wormtrice]

Motivational Ratios that I have on my wall. I’m being forced to lock in or he will be dissappointed in me which is a fate worse than death

[hidingwhere]

Price who is dating a very feminine person; you. He doesn’t mind- of course he doesn’t. In fact, you’ve embraced your femininity even more since dating him.

He watches you some nights after your everything showers, gently placing face masks and eye masks on while he leans on the bathroom counter next to you, occasionally pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. He wears a smile while observing you do more skincare, pick a pair of pink pyjamas before going straight back to the bathroom to put cream in your hair and exfoliate your lips with some pink-sugary concoction.

In shops, you make him smell-test different body moisturisers you’re considering on buying. Different perfumes, body wash, etc. Then he gets the luxury of smelling them on you after entering the bedroom from the shower. He buries his face in your neck, humming contently as he smells vanilla, pomegranate, the lot.

He pays for it all, no debate involved. He pays for new clothes you want, pays for your nails to be done. You’ve protested time and time again but he’s already swiped his card before you get the chance to swipe yours.

At Christmas, most decorations are pink and Price wouldn’t have it any other way. His house sparkles with life and serenity now that you live in it. He gets the decorations down for you from the loft, strings up lights on the ceiling and ensembles the big tree for you. You give him a thank you kiss in return and hug him tightly as he steps down from the small ladder.

Afterwards, you force him to rest on the sofa while you decorate the tree and ask his opinion if the decor is too close together or too far apart. Then throughout the evening you make little treats such as cookies dazzled with pink icing and snowflake sprinkles that he tastes-tests for you.

[cowboy1ikereid]

sweet creature ~ s.r.

‘Wherever I go, you bring me home’

Summary: Spencer calls you when he’s missing home.

Warnings: pregnant!reader x husband!spencer, reader is in her second pregnancy and they already have a 3 y/o daughter, spencer is, again, a huge softie, calls you sweetheart, he's called away on an urgent case and misses you, reader is almost in third trimester, they fall asleep on the phone, cuties, inspired by sweet creature by harry styles, fluff and comfort

Category: Fluff x Comfort

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Spencer Reid deserved to get married and have children but he has to be a girl dad and I don't make the rules. I just know he would be the most sweet, caring and loving husband/dad in the world. Anyways I kind of had to do something to this song because I saw it live (Wembley N4 I’ll miss you forever). Enjoy!!

You were exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Being 7 and a half months pregnant and taking care of your 3 year old daughter alone had never been part of the plan. In fact, Spencer was supposed to be working either in office or from home during the later stages of your pregnancy, but a serious case meant that he was needed urgently by the BAU. With only 8 hours notice he was in Florida, and suddenly he was approximately 920.4 miles away from you.

It was around 9pm, and you’d been eagerly awaiting a phone call from your husband. You’d blame your anxiety on the hormones, but you knew it wasn’t just that. You’d always been like this whenever he was away, and you never quite managed to properly adjust to how much travelling his job required. Lizzie, your daughter, was laid next to you in the bed you and Spencer shared, asleep on his side of the bed. She was the same as you whenever her dad was away, even if she didn’t quite understand his job. She was a daddy’s girl, and if sleeping on Spencer’s side of the bed helped her to feel that little bit closer to him when he was away, you would let her. Her curly light brown hair was sprawled across the pillow which she drooled on, unconscious.

Your phone was on silent so the ringer didn’t wake her up, but as soon as you felt the persistent buzzing and Spencer’s name appeared on the screen, you stood, stretching slightly before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind you, simultaneously swiping the button to answer the call.

“Hi.” You whispered softly, cautious not to wake up your sleeping three-year-old who was in the next room.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?” Spencer’s sweet voice spoke over the phone.

“Hanging on. I managed to settle Lizzie after she cried because you couldn’t tuck her in tonight.. Little one has been quiet for now, but I just know that she’ll start getting active as soon as I attempt to sleep.” You spoke with a soft smile on your face at the thought of the little life growing inside of you whilst you tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a hand on your round bump, rubbing it gently.

You heard Spencer sigh over the phone. “I miss you. I saw the three of you this morning and it feels like I haven’t seen you in months.” He chuckled. Spencer was alone in his hotel room, and it felt strangely quiet. Unfamiliar. If Spencer was home, you’d be asleep in his arms by now, your soft snores echoing in the darkness of your bedroom. Pregnancy was tiring, after all. But you struggled to sleep without each other, and you knew that. Your house may as well have been cold and empty to you without him there. Your house wasn’t your home. Spencer was, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. That was why he’d called.

“Any new symptoms? At around the seven month mark, you should expect to experience some shortness of breath, discomfort which may lead to difficulty moving, frequent urination, lightheadedness caused by the baby putting pressure on your blood vessels which can slow blood flow, fatigue-” He began to reel off pregnancy symptoms until he was cut off by your sleepy laugh.

“Spence, you’ve been gone for less than a day. You don’t have to worry about me. I feel the same as I did earlier.” You giggled.

“And that is?” He questioned. You could picture him furrowing his eyebrows, and the thought of it made your heart warm.

“Achey, tired, like a whale, hungry..” You listed, and you already knew he was going to give you advice on how to deal with your symptoms. He’d done more than enough research on pregnancy when JJ was first pregnant with Henry, and since then he’d unexpectedly found himself helping a woman give birth on a case.

“You need to rest. It’s late and that’s one of the only things that could help with your symptoms right now apart from physical activity, but I doubt you’d want to do any exercise at the moment,” He instructed, and you knew that he was being serious, even with his light tone. You’d think that you’d know more about pregnancy than Spencer, with you being mid-way through your second pregnancy, but he knew everything. Whilst anybody else might have been surprised by that, you weren’t. He’d done extensive research on the topic, after all, and he continued to. “And I can also guarantee you that you don’t look like a whale.” He added, and you could hear his smile in his voice.

“That’s what you think. I can hardly move, and when I do I waddle. I waddle, Spencer!” You pouted, and you could hear him laugh.

“Well I’m sure you look beautiful whilst you waddle.” He teased.

After a few quiet conversations between the two of you, 9pm turned to 11:30pm, and you could feel your mind wanting to drift off as your conversations slowly turned into Spencer spouting off random facts whilst you listened, his voice soothing you as though he was there with you. You decided to go back upstairs and tuck yourself into bed whilst he talked, placing your phone on the nightstand. He wasn’t really next to you, but it was close enough. You knew Lizzie wouldn’t wake up between Spencer’s soft words, the low volume your phone was on and her tendency to be a heavy sleeper. However, Spencer soon realised you were responding to him less and less.

“Sweetheart?” He said quietly, and you hummed in response, already drifting off. “Do you want me to hang up?” He asked, and your eyes snapped open. “No. Uh, I mean, I’d like it if you could just… stay on the line.” You said quietly, and he understood what you meant.

“Of course,” He responded, “Good night. I love you.” He said, and you said it back.

Soon enough, you fell asleep, and if he closed his eyes, he could picture you there next to him, your soft snores echoing around his hotel room. That was all he needed to relax, and Spencer soon found himself drifting off to sleep, feeling like he was at home. Feeling like he was with his home.

You brought him home.

[luli-lads]

(No spoilers) Kissing Zayne, that's it. Because a lot of us need a little comfort right now.

You hold his hand in yours and guide him to sit on the sofa, where he sighs at the prospect of rest, his eyes looking up at you expectantly.

His hand lingers on yours, unsure if you're going to move away, but not bold enough to pull you closer.

Without letting him dwell on it, you sit on his lap and bring his hand to your face, nuzzling it and pressing small kisses to his palm and fingers. A gentle smile soothes his features.

The kisses trail further, to his arm, on each scar, and you feel his fingertips caress your hair.

You close your eyes and lean against his touch, letting him play with your hair for as long as he wants. When you open them, the expression on his face is one of adoration.

"I love you," you affirm, the atmospheric quiet.

He blinks. It's not like you've never told him before, but it still surprises him each time.

His hands move down and encircle your waist, pulling you closer in his lap. Any coldness remaining on his skin is long gone now.

"I love you," he echoes, "I'm happy I get to tell you, every single time."

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him. Like gathering loose snow and pressing it tight to create the pieces of a snowman, you've learned how to pick up each part of Zayne and see the full picture, here in your arms, hugging you back.

Far from done, you kiss where your lips can reach, his ear, his neck, slowly pulling back with each kiss, his jaw, his cheek - the other, his eyelashes, the space where his eyebrows furrow...

His chest rises and falls deeply, as if each kiss was taking away a burden from him. His hands move up to cup your face.

You pull back slightly to look at him, his eyes wandering across your face, a hint of a cheeky smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"You forgot one spot," he points out.

"I was saving the best for last," you boop his nose, making him let out a soft chuckle.

He leans in tentatively and you follow, pressing your lips to his. It's sweet and silk-soft. That doesn't last, since Zayne loves kissing, kissing you, but neither of you care. He deepens the kiss, humming once you mirror his movements.

And this moment, holding him just as he holds you, is everything he could've ever asked for. How lucky that it won't stay a hopeless wish anymore, since you plan to share this warmth with him every day.

[cleverpaws]

i just think hes funny. hi everyone

[121231212i]

Honkai: Star rail | Aventurine & Dr. Ratio

[mensahbots]

Wow... she was protecting me.

[trekkies-in-love]

McCock 😎

[rolandrockover]

The Street Flies a Way

I would like to describe the intro and main riff of The Street Giveth and the Street Taketh Away as an airplane flying relatively close to a mountain range and never exceeding a certain depth because the pilot wants to enjoy the beautiful landscape from as close as possible. However, he should not fly below the minimum altitude either, because otherwise he would crash his beautiful airplane into one of the big mountains. I have to mention, this mountain leaves him plenty of room to do so, but basically he sticks to it quite well, even quite inconspicuously, and also flies some few nice-looking loops around it, presumably because he is an aerobatic pilot by profession.

Who knows, I don't know the man at all, I just think he's chosen a daring hobby. And in all probability, Gene is sitting in the front as a passenger anyway, waving a couple of dollar bills and telling him exactly what to do. "Yeah, fly in close, but not too close. No! That's too close! Further away, further away! You have to get closer again!"

And, by the way, because I have left it unmentioned so far, I think it's not unlikely that the mountain is actually Calling Dr. Love.

The Street Giveth and the Street Taketh Away (1989)

Calling Dr. Love (1976)

[spindlesaurus-rex]

Every episode of Call the Midwife

Narrator: In Autumn, all souls feel the rot but the rot allows flowers to grow and spring will come again. The war absolutely hollowed out communities but also there was jam. Nonnatus house had nuns in it but they were cool nuns. As the weather turned, those in need were ever more vulnerable and we did what we could.

Trixie: I cannot fix this with rouge, Matthew *perky hair toss*

Sister Monica Joan: Aristotle had heard of glaucoma, why won't anybody listen to me, also I've sat on the swiss roll.

Sister Julienne: Nonnatus house may be repossessed/ demolished/ infested with weevils. Our future is uncertain, but damnit the women of Poplar need us.

The Irish One: I love coloured tights but also I've done the autoclave

Harrowing music begins as we watch an unwed teen mother/ man addicted to meth/ victim of some sort of domestic horror/ woman with pre-ecclampsia

Nurse Crane: There you go lass

Harrowing storyline is briefly featured again but also there's a pregnant dog in Nonnatus House.

Dr Turner: Let's give her Pethidine, also I'm progressive about (insert topical issue here)

Sister Julienne: Nonnatus House is a metaphor for the morals of this country and that's why we're going to the dogs

Random Nurse: Actually sister Julienne I think we should teach teenagers about contraception

Sister Monica Joan: We simply must have compline now

Compline and the harrowing storyline (which has now reached its apex through either a harrowing birth scene or some other medical procedure) are now interspersed in a way that is troublingly close to saying suffering is fine actually because Jesus.

Sheelagh: Oh Patrick

The harrowing storyline is now resolved, often with some more voiceover that references the vagaries of the turning world

Trixie: Matthew, I have solved it. And I have put on rouge. I can have it all except a consistent haircut.

Fred: The dog's had puppies, and this will save Nonnatus house.

Narrator: In the worst and dank places, in the creeping dread of the dark soil and the night loam, even as the rotting leaves seep in, there too is love and life. Also someone had a revelation. The end.

[dunmeshistash]

Dr. Dunmeshistash, do you have many instances of Yarn Floke? She’s darling to me, it seems we don’t have much of her. Her husband is awesome as well lol.

Here's some Yarn Floke aka Mrs Tansu for you!